If only I knew then, what I know now...I would have asked more questions, given more thanks for what you did and where you went, each time you left. I would have listen more later in life and given bigger hugs and I would have noticed the pride in which you held yourself whenever in the company of your fellow man...

I was but a small girl...and you were my Dad...I thought that was enough. It wasn't...so each year, I give thanks for your time and the gift of freedom that you have given to me and countless others. I decorate your grave and display your flag in my home...because, now I know...

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Yes, now I know. One of the blessings of a long life is the learning just how precious a gift it is - to live. And so many sacrifices are made - by those who defend our freedom, by those who teach our children, by those who shelter our homeless . . . and all this brings meaning to life. It's the giving that lives on - and your tribute to your father honors us all. Beautiful!

Donna your words ring true. I have list two brothers younger than myself. I've learned to appreciate life because of them. So many of our neighbors bare our burdens and help carry our loads. They also bring great joy into our lives. Thank you for stopping by and spreading your wise words. Xo

As I read through your beautiful words, I recall feeling stripped of valuable time with my own dad, and not really knowing him as a young girl. I've shed tears over his early passing and longed to know more of his stories and thoughts. Thank you for sharing, and I truly feel the same.